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Photo by: Al Forbes

Ervin looked outside at the baking heat of Los Angeles in Southern California. “I don’t like this,” he said. “This is earthquake weather.”

“Oh that’s just a myth,” said his wife, Deidre. “Weather can’t cause earthquakes.”

“Lived here all my life,” rebutted Ervin. “Earthquakes always happen after heat like this.”

“Daddy,” said their daughter, Crystal. “I can make those nasty earthquakes go away.”

“How?”

She returned moments later with her snowman snow globe. “See? I just shake it real good and the snow falls. It can’t be hot if the snow is falling.”

Ervin smiled wanly. “Doesn’t that just cause an earthquake for the snowman?”

Theories about the so-called Multiverse are still new and still developing. What Humanity would learn hundreds of years later is there are trillions of universes, some astonishingly similar to ours. All them of them are connected via mathematical constructs within hyperspace…

will I have to leave
cocoon of memories to
find my true colors

In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 17

1 A teacher and writer of English and Drama, a parent, naïve and yet willing to learn all I could, the perpetrator of numerous mistakes where I learned eventually to pick myself up off the floor and move forward.

2 Rejoicing in the freedom to be me, reaching out to my children and grandchildren doing all I can to be there for them.

3 Growing old with a modicum of wisdom and being loved for the person I am.

Struggling against the stream of life I have come to a pond of tranquillity where every day is a good day, some better than others.

Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/12/14/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-17/

Hosted by the fantabulous Reena at https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/12/08/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-16/

Here is a character narrating different episodes from her life. You get an idea of the overall personality. Pick just one sentence from the story, and develop further on that.

MAYA: LITTLE MORE THAN ILLUSION

By Neel Anil Panicker

I see the rage in my boss’s eyes and know that is time to quit. Or, more appropriately, that is time for me to be asked to quit.

There he is, sitting opposite me, in that favourite swivel chair of his, the chair, the specific make and colour that I helped him to chose, staring down at me, those limpid blue eyes now a raging red, its pupils trebly enlarged, the nerves threatening any moment to burst out.

I bravely refuse to give in and like a fool who rushes in where angels fear to tread, I lock eyes with him.

I see his head…